My breath catches in my throat, and my eyes dart anyplace Buck isn’t. The idea of money changing hands makes this feel different than my teasing him the other day.
“C’mon, Lou, don’t get shy on me now. I just had that ass in my face a few days ago.” He steps closer. The tip of his cock brushes my belly, the bead of pre-cum at its tip clinging to my naked skin. A heat wave shoots through me.
My already wet panties are now drenched. Buck kneels and pops the snap on my jeans, dragging them down. I kick off my shoes and step out of my pants. He kisses the place where my panty-line lays next to the V at the apex of my thighs. His tongue runs along the lace, sending a shiver over me.
He grabs my hips and spins me around. His hand flattens on my back as he pushes me over the bed. He palms my ass cheeks. Then he growls and nips the lower curve of my left cheek.
I squeak, jumping at the pinch. “Hey, now.”
His laugh is rich and smooth. His thumbs hook into the waistband of my panties, tugging them lower. The calluses on his palms provide just the right amount of friction as he massages my thighs.
He chuckles. “Kiss my ass, twice. Now, there’s a tattoo.”
He lays two kisses over the lip print tattooed on my ass. I never imagined Buck would see it.
“I lost a bet with the guys in my unit.” I bury my warm face in the covers.
His breath warms the top of my seam and he kisses my tailbone. I let all thoughts of other guys, friends and lovers, slip to the recesses of my mind, and I focus solely on Buck and the sensations he creates.
With his mouth against me, he mumbles, “Magnificent.”
He spreads my cheeks, and his tongue makes its way to the moisture pooling at my slit. He pulls my legs further apart and slides his hands up the backs, from my ankles to my ass. His thumbs tickle the skin along the edges of my pussy.
My heart races as Buck pushes my ass up, tilting my hips. He swipes his tongue from my clit to that tight hole at my backside. I grab the edges of the bed when he dips again to smooth the tip of his tongue around my nub, sending little electric shocks through my entrance into my core.
He licks and teases my throbbing slit until I white-knuckle the bedspread.
He shifts, and I scramble to move, but he squeezes my calves. “Wait.”
I still, and he positions me on my hands and knees at the edge of the mattress, my backside turned to him.
In a brown sugar voice, he says, “Spread ‘em.”
My pussy tightens as I do his bidding. When his hot breath washes over my folds, more warm liquid rushes to my entrance. I look over my shoulder. He once again takes my cheeks in hand. He licks his lips and closes his eyes, inhaling through flared nostrils, pure satisfaction written over his features.
His tongue flits like a butterfly across the petals of my pussy. I exhale slowly as he sucks first one pussy lip, and then the other. He moves to my clit and bats it with his tongue until I squirm. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me tight to his mouth. His tongue delves inside.
I open wider to him. My breath puffs between my lips as he kisses my pussy deeply, his tongue sweeping the inner edges, only to slide out to slip along the outer folds. He slides a finger into my entrance, pressing the part of my slit that backs up to my ass.
Oh lord.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out. The pressure increases as he continues pumping his finger in and out. It’s like he’s freaking fucking me. My hips buck against his mouth, and my eyes close.
He adds another finger, turning and hooking them so they rub that magical place so few men ever find. The faster he moves, the harder he sucks my clit. I gasp against the coiling warmth spreading through the center of my being.
As I unravel, my nerve endings hit the wall, sending tingles from my pussy through my body, all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. My muscles contract and throb as the sensation rolls through me like a freight train.
I let out a deep moan as I crest the orgasmic curl.
Buck pulls away and, before I take my next breath, he flips me over. Big hands spread my legs and smooth along my inner thighs to my pussy. His thumbs massage the swollen lips and dip into my dripping entrance, taking turns sinking into my folds. The sticky, wet sounds soothe my raw nerves as I lean back onto my elbows, head dropped back, sensation flooding me.
I hang on for dear life as he dips his head between my legs. His thumbs still work at my slit as he kisses my pubic bone. Then he grazes my clit with the tip of his tongue. I let out a little groan and raise my head.
The sight of his face buried in my pussy sends another wave of cream to my folds.
He chuckles and looks up, his eyes holding mine. He blows across my bud and smiles. “You liked that, eh?”
He’s a little too full of himself. Hell, he’s always been a tad cocky.